Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 16:06:03 +0000 From: Tom Brown Subject: My Best Friend's Dad Part 1 This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real people or places is entirely coincidental. It involves adult situations between a minor and an adult male. If you are too young to be reading this, or if such material is prohibited in your community, please leave. This is my first attempt at this kind of fiction. It is intended as the first of a multi-parter. It's more of a slow intro than a hard core sex story. Send any comments, suggestions, pictures or ideas to wolfman2585@yahoo.co.uk. My Best Friend's Dad I had been best friends with Anna pretty much since we were born. Before we were born, in a sense - my mum got talking to hers in antenatal classes and they hit it off really well, and we were born just two weeks apart, so growing up we spent a lot of time together in play dates. Luckily for everyone we seemed to enjoy each others' company, and our friendship only deepened as we grew. I suppose it's not all that common for a boy and a girl to be as close as that during childhood, but neither of us had stereotypical, gender specific tastes - neither of us were into football or guns, and nor did we pay much attention to dolls or makeup. We liked music, dancing, sports, and TV, and we treated each others' homes as our own for many years. I would go to Anna's house more often that she came to mine. At first, this was mainly because her house was so much bigger, with more rooms to play in, although there were a couple of rooms we weren't allowed into - her father's study was one such, along with a room with antique display cases filled with elaborately decorated china plates and ornaments. Later on, I was also not keen on having Anna round in case she accidentally discovered, as I had, the odd empty bottle of vodka, hastily concealed behind a curtain or a plant. My dad hadn't been around since before I was born, and my mum, while always showing a careful fa‡ade to the world and to me, must have had it hard. That's not to say I had a rough childhood - she worked hard and we did OK, although nothing like as well as Anna's parents. Her dad had an accountancy business, and clearly earned an awful lot. Her mother worked there sometimes on the reception, but sometimes I thought she did it just to get out of the house and feel useful. I liked Anna's mum a lot. She was always relaxed and cheerful, with a kind of tousled hairstyle that takes a lot of effort to look no effort at all, and she smelled nice. She baked a lot, and very well, and I was often offered a warm biscuit or pastry, fresh from the oven, on arrival at their house. I think Anna inherited a lot from her mother - a relaxed, non-intimidatory kind of prettiness, as well as her self confidence around strangers and the ease with which she spoke. I was always envious of her for these qualities, being rather shy myself. Her intelligence and academic ability, on the other hand, I think came from her father. While perfectly pleasant, I felt much less comfortable around him than around Anna's mother, probably because I saw so much less of him. He worked long hours, and when he was home, at weekends and so on, he was often working in his study, and we had to be quiet around that part of the house. When I did see him, he was deliberately friendly, and always made an effort to speak to me, probably feeling that I needed more of a male influence in my life, but despite his good intentions, more often than not he succeeded only in making me nervous. He was physically a commanding presence, standing at 6'1, broad across the shoulders, clean shaven with a classic square jaw, and thinning dark hair cut short. I grew fast too, and was one of the more developed boys of my age, but was always skinny and gangly, taking a while to grow into and become comfortable with my physicality. Anna and I often went swimming together. We were pretty fast when we wanted to be, but mostly we just horsed around in the water, splashing each other or diving down to fetch coins from the bottom of the pool. Anna's mother took us to the local pool most weeks, and sat in one of the poolside seats, engrossed in a book, until our time was up. I enjoyed my time with Anna in the pool, but I also enjoyed my time alone in the changing rooms. There was a big open area with benches running down the middle, as well as a few booths to change in more privately. I inevitably opted to change in the booths, but on emerging in my swimsuit I sometimes lingered while putting my stuff in the lockers, hoping to catch a glimpse of a man changing in the open areas. Usually these were old men, which didn't seem very interesting to me, but I was sometimes rewarded with quick flashes of a younger man's arse or cock, and occasionally with a good view of a man walking from the shower to the changing area with a towel slung over his shoulder. The showers after swimming were better opportunities still for these covert glances at more developed men, since the showerheads were arranged in an open square, and several men chose to shower completely nude, visible to anyone else who was showering at the time, or who happened to walk past. On one occasion, when I was 13, I went back to Anna's house after school with my swimming kit, which I had taken to school in preparation. Anna and I were met by her mother, who immediately said, 'Oh, Anna, Dan, listen. I'm really sorry, but I just can't take you two swimming tonight. Janice called half an hour ago, she's got an absolute crisis on her hands, her eldest has just had to go into hospital and she's asked me to babysit the younger two. I hope you don't mind too much? Perhaps we could go later this week.' We both immediately chorused, like the well brought up youngsters that we were, that we didn't mind at all, and of course she should help out her friend. She picked up her coat and rushed out of the door - she had clearly been waiting for us to get in before she could leave. Anna said, 'I suppose I should get on with cooking something, if mum hasn't. Dad won't want to cook when he gets in. Can you stay and help? I mean if you need to go home that's fine, of course.' Obviously I didn't have to go home, having planned to go swimming, and after calling my mum to let her know what was happening, we started looking through cupboards and the fridge to work out what to do. Both of us were quite used to helping Anna's mum with the cooking, and I had cooked dinner at home lots of times when my own mum had been working late. Before we could make a proper start, however, the door opened, and we heard heavy footsteps stumping in. Anna called out, 'Dad?' It was a sensible question, as this was earlier than he would usually be home, but it was indeed her father who came into the kitchen, looking puzzled. 'Why aren't you two swimming? I didn't expect to find anybody here.' We explained about Anna's mum's friend, and he said, 'Oh. Well, I'll take you, then. It's been a while since I went swimming. I used to be pretty good, you know, I won a cup for it at uni.' Anna was delighted to get to go swimming after all, but I felt slightly uneasy. As I said, I always felt uneasy around Anna's father, especially when her mother wasn't there, and it seemed like if he was actually going to get into the pool with us, we would have to cut down on the silliness and be a bit more serious about the swimming. Still, I said politely, 'That's very good of you, Mr. Patterson, if you're sure it's no trouble.' It took him only a couple of minutes to grab a swimsuit, and we all got into his car, with him still wearing his work suit. It seemed strange to be walking into the changing rooms with Mr. Patterson, after being so used to going in alone. He held the door open for me, then strode straight over to the long bench in the middle of the open area. I followed him reluctantly - why weren't we using the booths? He wasted no time in beginning to strip off his clothes, complaining about how his jacket might get crumpled in the locker. As he peeled off his shirt, shrugging his shoulders to free them from the material, I started to stare. I didn't mean to, but I'd never even thought about what Anna's dad might look like without his shirt on. I knew he was a big guy, broad and imposing, but I hadn't considered whether or not he worked out until I saw his musculature rippling under the skin of his shoulders. He had solid, defined pecs and conspicuous abs, all with a thick layer of black hair. His nipples were little, pink nubs standing out from his chest. He was undoing his trousers by this point, slipping them down wide, hairy thighs to reveal white, Calvin Klein briefs that looked far too small and tight to constrain any part of this man beast, and indeed they did look to contain a very large bulge. I stared at it, at the black mass of hair running from his abdomen into his briefs, almost expecting them to burst at the seams any second. Mr. Patterson glanced up and saw my gaze, saw that I had only taken off my school shirt before I had become too mesmerised by the show being played out before me, and misinterpreted my slowness. 'Christ, Dan, I'm sorry, I must be making you uncomfortable. I can turn around, if that would help?' I tore my eyes up to his handsome face - his blue eyes were fixed on mine, an understanding look on his face. I was too confused to answer, and he turned his back to me, before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his tiny briefs and sliding them slowly down his legs. His arse was no less breathtaking than the rest of his body. Similarly covered in dense, black fur, his cheeks were taut, toned, rounded by hours of exercise, and they clenched as he reached his arms up in a long stretch, as if revelling in his nakedness, inviting the gaze of any who wanted to look at this superb example of manhood. I suddenly realised that I was still in my trousers and school shoes, and I began hurriedly stripping off and fighting to get into my baggy swimshorts, paying no heed to the few other guys in the area who may or may not have been looking at the skinny, naked 13 year old with everything on display, intent only on being presentable by the time Mr. Patterson turned around again. Mr. Patterson, it transpired, was having difficulties of his own. 'Oh, fuck it. Sorry Dan, but I haven't worn these in some time and they're smaller than I remember.' They were small indeed. Black speedos, slightly faded from years of use, and even from the back it was obvious that they were nowhere close to the right size. The folds of his buttocks were on display, along with a couple of clear centimetres of the hairy flesh of his arse for good measure. 'They haven't split at the back or anything, have they?' They hadn't, but the stretchy material looked as if it wouldn't take much. We loaded our things into the same locker, and began walking towards the pool, past the shower where a couple of men were standing naked under the water, unconcerned by who might see them. I began to feel nervous again. Mr. Patterson put his arm round me, and said, 'Listen, if you see anything you shouldn't be seeing, you know, with these trunks, make sure you tell me, OK?' I replied, 'OK,' but my mind was on Mr. Patterson's sudden closeness, the feel of his side against mine, the brush of his hairy armpit on my shoulder with a slight wetness from his sweat, and the manly smell that came from working in a warm office all day. Mr. Patterson had possibly sensed my slight disappointment about having to swim with him, rather than just mess about with Anna, because when we'd met her and got in the pool he said, 'I'm going to do some lengths in one of the lanes. I'm assuming you guys are OK to entertain yourselves.' We assured him that we were, and he immediately powered away from us. It was clear that he was an excellent swimmer, cleaving through the water with maximum efficiency, using strong, well timed strokes. Anna noticed that I wasn't paying attention to her, and used the opportunity to splash me right in the face. I wasn't going to take that lying down, and jumped right on top of her, dunking her under the surface. We mucked about for a while, although every so often I'd look over to where Mr. Patterson was swimming. He looked really good with the water rippling over his back, and especially at the ends of his lengths when he turned and his arse would stick up out of the water for a fraction of a second. I don't know if Anna noticed these frequent glances, but she didn't mention anything. After a while she suggested we swim some proper lengths, and we were off, each trying to beat the other without saying it outright. We were both pretty natural swimmers, fairly evenly matched, and after several lengths we paused for a break. It was only then we noticed Mr. Patterson, who had ceased lengths in his lane and had swum over to watch us. 'Good!' he said. 'Very good. There are a few things you could both work on, though. Anna, you breathe a little late, which slows you down. Dan, I don't think you kick entirely equally on each side, so the thrust isn't straight ahead. Let me talk you through it.' He began showing Anna exactly what he meant about her breathing, and I watched intently, keen to pick up any tips that would help me improve too. He was a good teacher, explaining several times in different ways until she had understood what he meant. Once she seemed to have grasped it, he suggested she pound out a few lengths to practise it, while he went through my kicks with me. She launched herself out into the water immediately, keen to perfect her stroke. Mr. Patterson then turned his attention to me, and started telling me about my timing and kickout, before suggesting I held on to the bar at the side of the pool and practise just with my legs so he could show me what he meant. He clearly knew what he was talking about, and I was keen to get better, so I started. He was telling me how my legs were kicking unequally, and suddenly put his hand on the inside of my thigh, pulling it out towards him as I kicked. I carried on practising, but his touch in a sensitive area had sent a shock through my body, and I could feel my cock twitching inside my loose swimshorts. He carried on for a few minutes, before saying that he thought I'd got the message and letting go. Anna arrived beside us, and said, 'Thanks Dad! That was really good, I actually think I learnt something! We'd better go now though, or we'll miss all the TV before bed. I'll see you outside the changing rooms, OK?' And she clambered out of the pool without another word. Mr. Patterson said, 'After you, then, Dan,' and I hoisted myself out of the water in front of him. As I turned around at the poolside it seemed like he was rearranging himself in his trunks under the water, but only for a split second, and then pulled himself up and on to the side of the pool easily. Because I thought I'd seen him rearrange, I glanced down at his trunks without thinking, and realised I must have been right, because his bulge looked different. Before he got in the pool his penis had been in front, pointing down, but now it seemed to be pointing to the side and up a little. It was clearly a fairly large, thick bulge, and I think he saw that I'd noticed it, because he said, 'Shall we go, then?' in a slightly embarrassed tone of voice. f We walked into the changing rooms, and he suggested that I get under the shower first while he fetched the shower gel. There was only one man in the open shower area, an old man, completely naked. He said hello as I walked past him, but he was finishing up his shower, and walked past Mr. Patterson as he returned, walking towards me and turning on the shower next to mine. He smiled at me, before, to my intense confusion and discomfort, starting to fiddle with the strings of his speedos, as if about to remove them. I was so bewildered by the way my heart immediately started pounding in my chest and I felt flushed and hot that I turned away and tilted my head up, so my face was under the spray, with my eyes closed. I wanted to give myself a minute to calm down and work out what on earth was going on with my physiology. After a couple of minutes, though, Mr. Patterson said, 'Um, Dan?' I turned my head to look at him, nervously. He looked a little nervous too, which I couldn't understand, until he said, 'I'm really sorry to ask, but do you reckon you could give me a hand here? I've tied this bloody knot too tight and I can't undo it, and these trunks are so tight that I'm pretty sure they'd split right open if I tried to take them off without undoing the knot first. I suspect your fingers are more nimble than mine and you might have more luck.' As I paused, he said, 'If you'd rather not, I mean that's fine, of course?' I realised that I was probably being rude - after he'd given up his time to take Anna and I swimming, a small thing like this was the least I could do, and I should probably chill out and act a bit more normal. I said, 'No, of course I'll try,' and tentatively reached my hands towards his crotch. The shower area was still empty, and I was worried what someone would think if they walked in at this moment, but I was yet more worried that my autonomic responses would betray to Mr. Patterson that I was excited, even if I didn't understand why. I focused on keeping my breathing slow and appearing calm as my hands reached his trunks. His cock was still lying sideways along the upper border of his speedos, and as I touched the knot he hooked his thumbs into the lycra, pulling them slightly away from his body, giving me better access to the strings but also revealing the top surface of his penis. I could see a dense mat of wiry, coarse, black hair, and a thick, veiny cock. I swallowed the lump that had appeared in my throat, and tried gently picking at the knot, trying not to touch his skin, although I could help my knuckles grazing his stomach and brushing his pubes. He didn't say anything as I fiddled with the knot, but I wasn't getting anywhere, and I was getting more anxious about what I was doing. It was only a matter of time before another man came into the shower area, a situation I would much rather avoid. I decided I would just have to go for it, and grabbed the knot properly. This meant the backs of my fingers were pressed against Mr. Patterson's pubes, and my ring and little fingers were touching his penis. It felt warm, and I felt it twitch as I made contact, but neither of us said a word as I wrestled with the knot, increasingly desperately. After what felt like a long time, but which could only have been a couple of minutes at most, I felt the knot loosen, and I took a step backwards with a big sigh. 'Brilliant! Thanks Dan, I knew you'd be able to do it. Thanks a lot, mate.' Mr. Patterson was smiling widely at me, as he grabbed the sides of his speedos and tugged them down to his ankles, before straightening up, still facing me, and stepping out of them. I deliberately looked away for a second, not wanting to be caught staring at his cock, but I couldn't wait long before I chanced a peek. Mr. Patterson had started rinsing his hair and didn't seem to be looking at me, but his body was still turned towards me so I had a perfect view of everything he had to offer. I still couldn't get over how great his body was, but my attention was captured by his cock, now revealed in all its glory to me for the first time. It was soft, but seemed to curve away from his body on its downward trajectory, as if on the way towards a semi. It seemed incredibly long to me, and thicker than I had imagined a penis could be, with a clearly visible network of large veins snaking over its surface. He was uncut, but his foreskin had rolled back slightly, so half of the head was on show. It was a darker purple than mine was, with a neat slit at the end. His cock was curving over a pair of low hanging balls, around the size of kiwi fruit, and the whole lot was sprouting from a thick, dense thatch of bushy hair. My reverie on his goods was interrupted when Mr. Patterson bent down to pick up the shower gel, and offered some to me. I really hoped he hadn't noticed what I had been gazing at so intently as I held my hand out to him, and began washing my hair. Mr. Patterson began making conversation about my swimming, telling me that I was good for my age, and could probably start going in for competitions if I wanted to. I was barely listening. I could barely believe that I was standing next to Anna's dad, who was completely naked, and that I had been staring at his body and cock, while wearing only a pair of shorts myself. I was very glad my shorts were so baggy, because I could feel my own cock begin to swell a little bit. Another guy entered the shower area, and took a shower a few heads away from Mr. Patterson. He was fairly young, probably in his twenties, and I couldn't help noticing that he was also fairly goodlooking. He had blond hair plastered down over his head, and while nowhere near as muscular as Mr. Patterson, his body was lean and toned. He wore baggy swimshorts like mine, and carried a bottle of shower gel in his hand. He smiled across to Mr. Patterson and said 'hi' as he turned on the spray. Mr. Patterson said 'hi there' back, and didn't seem at all bothered to be witnessed nude by a stranger like this. The young guy started making making small talk with Mr. Patterson, asking how his swim was, while starting to undo the knot of his trunks. To my surprise, while continuing to chat, he nonchalantly pulled down his trunks and stood back up again, naked. He was looking at Mr. Patterson, and I took the opportunity to look him up and down. He had a small tuft of light brown hair between his pecs, with small nipples. Unlike Mr. Patterson, the rest of his torso was pretty hairless, apart from a treasure trail leading down into a bush that he had clearly trimmed. His cock hung down, not as thick as Mr. Patterson's, but uncut and pretty long, with a low hanging pair of balls behind. He was washing himself by this time, his hand sweeping down over his chest and abdomen and gently squeezing his cock. I noticed he was looking at Mr. Patterson the whole time. He started washing his hair, still angling his body towards Mr. Patterson (and therefore me), exposing his hairy armpits. I looked at these two handsome men, so comfortable in their nudity, talking easily with no concern that they were totally on display, and I decided that if they could do it, I could too. I wanted to be a man too, not the child in the corner. I took a deep breath, and while the younger man had his eyes closed washing his hair, I slid my shorts off, standing naked too. I immediately turned my face up to the water - I suddenly felt self conscious, unable to meet the faces of these two men who could now see my 13 year old body in full. After a few seconds I heard them continue chatting, and I dared to turn my head to look at them. They were standing naked, as before. Nothing had changed because I was naked. No big deal. I realised I had been holding my breath, and started breathing again. Mr. Patterson turned to me and held out the shampoo. All he said was, 'There you go, Dan,' but he was smiling as he said it, and I saw his eyes travelling over my body. I didn't mind though. After all, Mr. Patterson and the younger guy had both looked at each other naked, as I had looked at them. It seemed part of being a grown up, being confident about your body like this. And I knew my body wasn't that bad - I was slim, and fairly toned, and I had a small patch of dark brown pubes that lots of the other guys at school didn't have, as well as tufts in each armpit. My dick was uncut, and around 4 inches soft. It was smaller and less thick than either of the other two men in the shower with me, but I guessed they'd cut me some slack for my age. I took the shower gel with a bright smile, and started washing my hair, stretching my elbows back so they could both see I'd starting growing hair there. Without saying anything specific, I felt the dynamic between the three of us change. Previously the two nude men had been talking mainly to each other, facing each other, with me as a bit more of an outsider. Now they were both paying more attention to me, looking at me, and the younger guy was asking me if I'd visited other pools in the area. I really felt like I'd demonstrated my maturity, both physically and mentally, by getting naked with these guys. I carried on taking glances at both guys' cocks, since they didn't seem to be hiding the fact that they were looking at mine, and noticed that Mr. Patterson's dick seemed even thicker than it had been before, and that the foreskin, already halfway down his head, was sliding back further as his dick jumped slightly. Mr. Patterson grabbed his cock with a soapy hand and slid the skin back down over his head, and smiled at me. I felt better about earlier, when I had found myself transfixed by his naked body, and had felt my own cock twitch. Clearly, this was completely natural, and happened to everybody. Soon after that Mr. Patterson rinsed himself off and said, 'Come on Dan, we'd better get a move on, or Anna will be waiting by herself outside.' The young guy actually crossed the shower over to us at this point and shook hands with Mr. Patterson, saying, 'Great to meet you,' before turning to me. I noticed that his cock was sticking out away from his body, rather than hanging down as it had when he took his trunks off, and he grinned at me. 'Really good to meet you too. Hope to catch you here again.' I saw he was looking down at my dick while he was talking, only a pace away from me. He squeezed my hand before letting it go, and I walked away with Mr. Patterson. He led the way back into the main changing area, his speedos and shower gel in one hand, shampoo in the other, completely nude. At first as I walked I held my trunks in front of my dick, but when I saw that the changing room was pretty empty, and that Mr. Patterson didn't seem bothered, I let my arm hang by my side. A couple of guys looked up at me, but I pretended not to notice. This was the way an adult should behave. Mr. Patterson unlocked our locker and then turned to me. 'Shit! Sorry Dan, I completely forgot to bring a towel. Can I borrow yours? After you're done with it, I mean?? Having already spent time naked with this man, and even brushing my fingers over his cock, sharing a towel didn't seem like so much of a big deal, so I nodded. He passed me the towel and sat on a bench, wet hair plastered down all over his great body, and watched me dry myself. I could see his eyes travel all over my body, and he had a look of concentration on his face. I told myself to be cool, like it made no difference to me whether he was looking at my naked body or not, but in reality my insides were churning with excitement and nerves. I finished drying myself quickly, and passed the towel to Mr. Patterson. He immediately stood up, and I noticed that his cock was still as thick as it had been in the shower, and curving out from his body a little. He started rubbing the towel over himself, and I watched, as he had watched me. I was dressing myself, but he seemed to be taking his time with my towel, turning around as he dried his arse so it was facing me. He bent over to dry down his legs to his feet, and stayed in that position for a few seconds, rubbing his ankles with the towel. His arsecrack was facing right towards me, and I stared at it. I had never seen right up someone's crack before, and I hadn't realised it could be so hairy. Coarse, wiry hairy ran right down his crack, and I could even see his hole in the middle of it, dusky pink, with black hair radiating out from it. His hairy ballsack hung down between his legs. He stood up again and turned round, and his cock was now sticking out at 90 degrees from his body. He was standing pretty close to me, and his long, fat cock was less than a foot from my face, at about the same level. The foreskin had rolled back completely, and I could see the arrow shaped, purplish head, with the slit right towards me. He reached down to his cock and pulled the foreskin foreward, covering his head again, and then slid it back, repeating a couple of times. I looked up at his face, a little nervous, since this attention he was paying to his cock signified his awareness of my direct gaze. He was smiling gently though, and said, 'Thanks, Dan.' He held the towel back out to me, and then started getting dressed. He faced me as he put his underwear on, positioning his cock to the side so it was covered, although it was clearly still fairly hard and was lifting the material away from his body slightly. It didn't take him long to get the rest of his suit on, and we left the changing room to find Anna ready and waiting. 'You took your time!' she grumbled, but she cheered up quickly as she started asking me about the next day's classes. I didn't speak much to Mr. Patterson after that, except to thank him for taking us as he dropped me off at home. He seemed quiet and serious again as I left, how I had always seen him before. Back at home, I lay on my back on my bed, trying to work out what had happened. Had he really been looking at my cock? At school, any suggestion that you were looking at another guy even just with his shirt off led to shouts of 'GAY!' and instant humiliation. Everyone knew to keep his eyes down in the changing rooms. It seemed that adult men were much more relaxed about it. It must be natural to be curious about other guys' bodies. Was the way I had felt, looking at Mr. Patterson, completely natural and down to simple curiosity? I wasn't sure. Thinking about him seemed to make my cock stiffen again, and I pulled off my clothes in my room to be naked again, like in the changing room. I grabbed the towel and pressed it to my face, remembering how Mr. Patterson had rubbed it over his body, round his balls, over his cock, and stroked my cock as he had done in front of my face. After just a few strokes I felt my balls tighten, and I shot further than I had ever done before, the first load hitting my chin. I gasped, and lay back for a minute, tired, cum soaked, and very confused.